What happens when animals meet outdoor recreationalists? Mostly funny, sometimes scary-funny, videos. Like an ostrich chasing cyclists down the road. So, here's the ultimate roundup of our favorite - and wildest - animal encounters to complete your weekend.
1. No one messes with Mama Moose. Warning: you will laugh, and then maybe feel guilty about it.
2. This one has gotta hurt!
3. Ostriches can sprint up to 43 mph, so these dudes must have been hauling ass.
4. Oh look, a bear! OH SHIT THERE'S A BEAR.
5. "He's friendly." No he's not, people! Don't pet the bison. I repeat: do not pet the bison.
6. Baby sharks may be little, but they still have razor-sharp teeth. And if they're out of the water, you can bet your ass (or chest) they'll probably bite you.
- D.L. Three years into my quest to find a copy of Dolores LaChapelle’s , I was finally on the cusp of unearthing the elusive tome. My search had led me to Powell’s Books, in Portland, Oregon, and as I closed in on my quarry, I felt the weight of a multi-year journey begin to lift. Out of print since 1993, was — and is — hard to find, and over the years the volume has gained legendary status as one of the best philosophical/academic examinations of powder skiing ever written. Today,
Kit DesLauriers' career is an extraordinary medley of firsts: The first person to ski the Seven Summits; first female to win back-to-back Freeride World Tour championships; first female solo of the Grand Teton; first ski descent of Mt. Isto (the tallest peak in Alaska's Arctic National Wildlife Refuge) … the list goes on. She has one of the most impressive ski mountaineering resumes of anyone on the planet, male or female, although DesLauriers humbly describes her life as "doing what I love
2,000 feet above the Yosemite Valley floor with her hands jammed into a undercling, the last thing Lynn Hill needed was to lose her footing. It was 1993 and she was in the middle of the Great Roof, a taxing 5.13c pitch of El Capitan’s Nose featuring a granite slab that juts out from the wall. To succeed at this technical section, she had to navigate a nearly featureless rock using only a thin crack in the granite for a hold. Hill now clung to that crack–measuring about a quarter-inch wide–as